My grandmother was a dynamo. She came to America through Ellis Island, married, had eight children, could cook a mountain of food in a tiny kitchen, no whining from her about needing granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Nut roll, pierogies, stuffed cabbage, homemade noodles and chicken soup, cold dough cookies, thumbprint cookies, potato pancakes came flying out of that kitchen. She taught me to crochet, I was never fast enough for her, I would do two rows she would grab the aphgan and put 10 rows on in a flash lol. She loved to watch Studio Wrestling and the wrestler Bruno Sammartino and then watch Lawrence Welk, we did that on Saturday nights for years.
My aunt tells me she was a beautiful seamstress. She made smocked dresses, tailored coats, ruffled blouses. She knew good quality fabric and she would feel the fabric of anything that I made and offer her advice to buy better fabric the next time.
This is her machine and I am honored and blessed to have it. When I see where the wear marks are I imagine her hands there pinning and tucking and sewing. I am named for her and I miss her every day but cherish all my memories of her. [ATTACH=CONFIG]429956[/ATTACH]